He didn't have the right to ask me that question. He was letting another woman flirt with him while I was standing next to him. I stopped a waiter and took a glass of champagne and started walking through the gallery.
One painting caught my eye. It was a monochrome but it displayed such raw emotion that it made me want to cry. It was the painting of a boy cradling the body of a woman who looked like she was hurt and he had tears in his eyes.
How she was able to capture that in moment in monochrome was surprising. It only went to show that she was living out her passion. I chuckled a little when I about how I had no talents.
All I did was make stupid decisions and fuck up. That made me laugh a little louder than before. How was it that some people were blessed with incredible talent while the rest of us were stuck without it?
"Do you find the painting funny?" Kate asked as she stood right next to me.
